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trouble. You have thousands of friends in the East. Gen. Miles and Capt. Lee can reach those friends. I have this confidence: there will be no war on the part of Gen. Miles, if you give up your arms, because through military discipline he can control his men, as soldiers have no interest to shoot Indians. Tell your young men to be calm and have confidence in Gen. Miles, who will see you through. But you must discipline and control your young men. Let every man who talks mean what he says, and not talk to evade the question. I, to show you what confidence I have in Gen. Miles that he will not fire upon you and your women and children when you are disarmed, I will promise to live in your camp until you have confidence that the white chief will see no harm come to you. I am glad to hear that some chiefs are going to Washington, and hope, instead of ten, twenty or twenty-five will go. I will be there to see you, and may go with you. I will do all I can in my humble way for you. Let us all work for peace between the white men and the red - not for a moment, a day, a year, but for ever, for eternity."
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"WHITE CLOUD."
Ogallalla Sioux, Was Chief of the Sioux Nation,
Fighting Chief of the Ghost Dancers.
BILL CODY. - (BY AN OLD COMRADE./
You bet I knew him, pardner, he ain't no circus fraud,
He's Western born and Western bred, if he has been late
abroad;
I knew him in the days way back, beyond Missouri's flow,
When the country round was nothing but a huge Wild
Western Show.
When the Injuns were as thick as fleas, and the man who
ventured through
The sand hills of Nebraska had to fight the hostile Sioux;
These were hot times, I tell you; and we all remember still,
The days when Cody was a scout, and all the men knew Bill.
I knew him first in Kansas, in the days of '68,
When the Cheyennes and Arapahoes were wiping from the
slate
Old scores against the settlers, who wore the
blue,
With shoulder-straps and way-up rank, were glad to be helped
through
By a bearer of dispatches, who knew each vale and hill,
From Dakota down to Texas, and his other name was Bill.
I mind me, too, of '76, the time when Cody took
His scouts upon the Rosebud ; along with General Crook
When Custer's Seventh rode to their death for lack of some
such aide
To tell them that the sneaking Sioux knew how to ambuscade;
I saw Bill's fight with "Yellow Hand," you bet it was a "mill,"
He downed him well at thirty yards, and all the men cheered
Bill.
They tell me that the women folk now take his word as
laws,
In them days laws were mighty skerce, and hardly passed
with squaws,
But many a hardy settler's wife and daughter used to rest
More quietly because they knew of Cody's dauntless breast;
Because they felt from Laramie way down to Old Fort Sill,
Bill Cody was a trusted scout, and all their men knew Bill.
I haven't seen him much of late, how does he bear his
years?
They say he's making ducats now from shows and not from
"steers,"
He used to be a judge of "horns," when poured in a tin cup,
And left the wine to tenderfeet, and men who felt "well up."
Perhaps he cracks a bottle now, perhaps he's had his fill.
Who cares, Bill Cody was a scout, and all the world knows
Bill.
To see him in his trimmin's, he can't hardly look the
same,
With laundered shirt and diamonds, as if "he run a game;"
He didn't weat biled linen then, or flash up diamond rings,
The royalties he dreamed of then were only pasteboard kings,
But those who sat behind the queens were apt to get their fill.
In the days when Cody was a scout, and all the men knew
Bill.
Gridiron Club, WM. E. ANNIN,
Washington, D. C., Feb. 28, 1891. Lincoln (Neb.) Journal.
MACAULAY'S NEW ZEALANDER. - THE LAST OF THE MORICANS. - THE LAST OF THE BUFFALO
From Manchester Courier, April, 1888.
An addition which has just made to the United States National Museum at Washington affords important subsidiary evidence, if such were needed, of the unique interest attending the extraordinary exhibition at Manchester illustrative of the Wild West. Natu- | 5141
trouble. You have thousands of friends in the East. Gen. Miles and Capt. Lee can reach those friends. I have this confidence: there will be no war on the part of Gen. Miles, if you give up your arms, because through military discipline he can control his men, as soldiers have no interest to shoot Indians. Tell your young men to be calm and have confidence in Gen. Miles, who will see you through. But you must discipline and control your young men. Let every man who talks mean what he says, and not talk to evade the question. I, to show you what confidence I have in Gen. Miles that he will not fire upon you and your women and children when you are disarmed, I will promise to live in your camp until you have confidence that the white chief will see no harm come to you. I am glad to hear that some chiefs are going to Washington, and hope, instead of ten, twenty or twenty-five will go. I will be there to see you, and may go with you. I will do all I can in my humble way for you. Let us all work for peace between the white men and the red - not for a moment, a day, a year, but for ever, for eternity."
{image}
"WHITE CLOUD."
Ogallalla Sioux, Was Chief of the Sioux Nation,
Fighting Chief of the Ghost Dancers.
BILL CODY. - (BY AN OLD COMRADE./
You bet I knew him, pardner, he ain't no circus fraud,
He's Western born and Western bred, if he has been late
abroad;
I knew him in the days way back, beyond Missouri's flow,
When the country round was nothing but a huge Wild
Western Show.
When the Injuns were as thick as fleas, and the man who
ventured through
The sand hills of Nebraska had to fight the hostile Sioux;
These were hot times, I tell you; and we all remember still,
The days when Cody was a scout, and all the men knew Bill.
I knew him first in Kansas, in the days of '68,
When the Cheyennes and Arapahoes were wiping from the
slate
Old scores against the settlers, who wore the
blue,
With shoulder-straps and way-up rank, were glad to be helped
through
By a bearer of dispatches, who knew each vale and hill,
From Dakota down to Texas, and his other name was Bill.
I mind me, too, of '76, the time when Cody took
His scouts upon the Rosebud ; along with General Crook
When Custer's Seventh rode to their death for lack of some
such aide
To tell them that the sneaking Sioux knew how to ambuscade;
I saw Bill's fight with "Yellow Hand," you bet it was a "mill,"
He downed him well at thirty yards, and all the men cheered
Bill.
They tell me that the women folk now take his word as
laws,
In them days laws were mighty skerce, and hardly passed
with squaws,
But many a hardy settler's wife and daughter used to rest
More quietly because they knew of Cody's dauntless breast;
Because they felt from Laramie way down to Old Fort Sill,
Bill Cody was a trusted scout, and all their men knew Bill.
I haven't seen him much of late, how does he bear his
years?
They say he's making ducats now from shows and not from
"steers,"
He used to be a judge of "horns," when poured in a tin cup,
And left the wine to tenderfeet, and men who felt "well up."
Perhaps he cracks a bottle now, perhaps he's had his fill.
Who cares, Bill Cody was a scout, and all the world knows
Bill.
To see him in his trimmin's, he can't hardly look the
same,
With laundered shirt and diamonds, as if "he run a game;"
He didn't weat biled linen then, or flash up diamond rings,
The royalties he dreamed of then were only pasteboard kings,
But those who sat behind the queens were apt to get their fill.
In the days when Cody was a scout, and all the men knew
Bill.
Gridiron Club, WM. E. ANNIN,
Washington, D. C., Feb. 28, 1891. Lincoln (Neb.) Journal.
MACAULAY'S NEW ZEALANDER. - THE LAST OF THE MORICANS. - THE LAST OF THE BUFFALO
From Manchester Courier, April, 1888.
An addition which has just made to the United States National Museum at Washington affords important subsidiary evidence, if such were needed, of the unique interest attending the extraordinary exhibition at Manchester illustrative of the Wild West. Natu- |
